Moth willows were originally picked by mothers from the dead to serve as maids.
There was no strange birthmark on her body, let alone a token. She was definitely not a girl from a wealthy family. Her parents died right in front of her, and she just cried when she found out.
Since the day I picked it up was the Lantern Festival, my birthday was decided to be the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Jiang Jiang was four years old and had slurred speech. He said his surname was Zhen, and his name was Zhen Yingxi. Maybe he was called Zhen Yingxuan? Who knows.
My mother said that the homophony was not good, and she really cried. She sounded like a pathetic person, so she gave her a new name: Mo Liu. Serve around the oiran of the day.
At that time, the oiran had a romantic affair. She didn't care about glory and wealth. She got acquainted with a poor scholar, redeemed herself, and ran away with the scholar.
The judge must not laugh at her for being crazy. This woman is really a hero with big eyes. This poor scholar actually got the top prize in the examination.
Back to Mo Liu, he learned from the oiran, and he is full of talents. He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his manners and conversation are also decent. She doesn't look like a maid, she looks like a young lady.
It's the Lantern Festival next year, and people are becoming more and more beautiful. I don't know which young man I want to marry...
Purpose: Discuss what respect is and write some sadistic articles to please yourself